Royal Legacy Novels & Stories

he said, with a look of sympathy in my direction, "but that doesn't take into consideration the influence of Royalists, or of the former Royal witches, who it seems have already made something of a home for themselves at Nightfall," "And I don't believe it would take all that much for them to come to see us as a threat, or even an outright enemy, should they decide to establish themselves as the sole Royal family. Especially since you've now taken in the remainder of the pack that just waged a sudden, heinous, and unjustifiable war against them, that violated a number of ancient and sacred Lycan laws," he finished, his disgust at Silver Waters' actions clear in his voice.

Aunt Rockefeller glanced at Nelson twice and said in a cold voice, “The legacy of the Seay family has been passed for more than a thousand years, and it’s also known as one of the eight great royal families. You’re wealthy and imposing as expected. It seems like you have scraped a lot of the people’s money!”

She gave me a deadly stare before I rolled my eyes at her. As per my dad’s command, all of them were working on my royal bath. There was a custom in our kingdom - to bathe the King or Queen in rose water. My great grandfather made the custom for every King or Queen to be bathed in rose water mixed with salt so that the strength to rule the kingdom remained in our bones. It was a beautiful tradition that Lycan wolves followed from generations. It was given the name ‘royal bath’ because the regal members of the kingdom who were to select as the next heir to the throne will be purified and remained full of strength.

she whispered. I raised an eyebrow. “Of what?” “That even royal blood can break things that take generations to build.” A bitter truth, but one I couldn't deny. “I’ll have it restored,” I said. “No,” she replied gently. “Leave it. Let it remind us both of the price of pride.” The deeper we went, the more clear it became: this palace our rule could no longer be sustained by legacy alone. We needed more than rituals and oaths. We needed purpose.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

He told her. And that grabs the attention of River. "Your past?" She asked. "Yes, please sit down." Royal said. "No, I am perfectly fine standing, tell me about your past Royal." River said with sudden interest. 'What past is Royal talking of?' River thought as she folded her hands, waiting for Royal to speak. "Well, I did a lot of bad things many years ago, it was one of the reasons I became friends with the Millennium King, your late father." Royal told her.

He confessed after he was caught. ‘Forgive me, son. I had to say those words to convince the traitors that we were against each other to lower their defenses,’ the King explained when he summoned me back to the castle after I sent Katriona to the hospital. ‘You and I may have opposing views about certain things but that was not reason enough for me to go against my own flesh and blood. The night we returned to the city after you abducted your brother’s bride, I noticed a change in the armory. And the legacy was stolen.’ The legacy was a sword passed onto every Alpha King. It was said to be bestowed by the moon goddess herself. Anyone who possesses the legacy didn’t have to shift in order to

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

“Loyalty is a luxury we can’t afford. Not when legacy is at stake.” Their hands clenched into fists, and the palace, their home, stood trembling beneath the gathering storm. ---

And she had refused, every single time, to give him what he was looking for. The gift ceremony began, as tradition demanded. Ivora's servant carried forward a silver cradle carved with Lycan runes, its edges spiraling with the language of royal bloodlines. The Queen let the silence gather before she spoke. "For the child," she said clearly. "A cradle befitting royal blood — though it shall never rock the future King it was carved for." The message was plain: this is what your stubbornness cost your child. The throne they could have had. The legacy you refused.